Qin Wan said lightly, "I know."

"Have you told you? Fu Minghan rejected me again."

"It's not Mu Shaocheng, it's Fu Minghan who called me."

"Miss Qin, when did Mr. Fu call you?"

Zuo Zhan was shocked.

His brain runs fast.

Could it be that Miss Qin agreed to Fu Minghan’s conditions?

Fu Minghan rejected his master.

Otherwise, how could Fu Minghan refuse even 10% of his shares?

And after agreeing, he repented and refused.

Qin Wan, “Morning.”

——

Zuo Zhan left for less than ten minutes.

Qin Wan received a call from Mu Shaocheng.

"Wanwan, have lunch together."

"Mengmeng came to the company, I promised her to eat together."

After a slight pause, she added, "Aren't you accompanying you to the birthday party tonight?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and said lightly, "Okay, I'll pick you up at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"So early?"

"Make hair and choose a dress, and the time will be almost done."

"All right."

Until she hung up the phone, Mu Shaocheng didn't ask her why she agreed to Fu Minghan's conditions.

Qin Wan frowned and thought for a moment, then threw it out of the sky.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Shaocheng appeared in Qingyunyin and came to pick up Qin Wan.

He took her to do her hair first and then took her to choose a dress.

Qin Wan chose a black dress, a simple and generous style.

Mu Shaocheng looked at her coming out of the locker room and his eyes turned deeper.

For no reason, I remembered that she also wore a black dress to attend the banquet shortly after they got married.

Later, he took him to the hotel and tore his dress apart.

With his thin lips slightly pursed, he put down the cup in his hand, got up and walked up to her, and looked at her condescendingly.

His voice was hoarse, "Wanwan, you look so beautiful."

Qin Wan blinked, smiled at her lips and said, "Thank you."

He didn't seem to expect that she would smile at him like this.

Although his smile was very shallow, he seemed to be unparalleled in his opinion.

He couldn't help but raise his big hand and stretched out to the hair she was put in front of him.

As if he was talking to himself, "Fortunately I didn't put my hair on."

“…”

Qin Wan didn't seem to understand.

I felt like I understood it again.

When she was doing her hair just now, the hairstylist praised her for her beautiful neck.

It will be very sexy when you say that your hair will be tied up.

Before she could answer, Mu Shaocheng rejected the other party's proposal.

I made an ink-curl hairstyle.

At this moment, his slender and warm fingers stayed on the inner button at the end of her hair.

Intentionally or unintentionally, it touched her fair skin, bringing out an unignorable ambiguity.

"Can anyone wears a dress and is like making rice dumplings?"

She defended herself in a very low voice.

Mu Shaocheng's eyes became deeper again.

He leaned over slightly, and the mature and clear masculine aura brushed across her ears, "I really like eating rice dumplings."
Chapter completed!